His other woman
“Not exactly. More like a vampire.”
…What?
“Oh yes,” the brunette nodded solemnly. “She’s too pretty. That’s vampire behavior. She wants our blood.”
“Plus she’s pale. Very undead aesthetic.”
I stared. Blinked. Considered slapping them with a tree branch.
“This is a life-or-death situation,” I hissed. “There are no vampires.”
The blonde leaned back. “Classic vampire denial.”
“Okay—if I were a vampire, don’t you think I could just smash your window and drink your blood on the spot?Okay, if you don't want to give me a ride, then lend me your phone so I can make a quick phone call"